The Land

Colors and Warnings

There is fire near me once again. The flames are on the other side of the hill I live at the base of by a creek. I felt them in my dreams all night. The air I breath is rough in my throat. It is scratchy […]

The Nice Day

This piece was originally published in A Beautiful Resistance, Issue 4. I am republishing it here in memory of the rain I hope will soon visit us here in California. I find myself at the top of a barren hill. The light is dim and […]

Silence from the edges to the center

I maintain a small circle of small stones in my back yard garden. When I moved in I was sure I would soon be bringing in a collection of huge boulders to raise up and do my rituals and meditations within. As I lived with […]

Agranona’s Ancient One: Rebuilding Therasia

I look down at my body as my sisters’ children carry it into the shade. It seemed so strong, and I was always proud of it until this moment. Now it is a thing of curiosity to see and I feel only wonder that it […]

Marwolaeth Y Duw Aur: A Lament for the Lost Marshes

Great Sorrow As the body on the bier Goes down   The river flows Annwn grows More distant   Dry rushes Where marshy ground once stood In peace   The river flows Annwn grows More distant   Red flags Waving eagle standards high In war […]

Digging For Giants

In the town where I live there is a hill. Apart from this hill, most of the center of town is flat. It sits across the floor of a small valley in a shape vaguely similar to an octopus suddenly thrust up onto the land. […]

A Triskelion of Healing

This season has been full of illness for me, and for many I know. I have spent long days in bed because that is the only option I had at the time. Some of those days were full of fevers and fever dreams. Though I […]

Agranona’s Music

I am standing in the cool air of the evening with my feet on the stone of the entryway. The night is full with the smell of winter and I can hear only my breath and the breath of my sisters around me. We have […]

Walking the long night

Two shadows in the grass fade out slowly Their legs lost as they go   There are holes in the sky full of sadness Stars and tears in the dark   The smell of dead things is sweet tonight The Good Green Earth gives back […]

Smoke and Ancestors

There are ashes on my keyboard. They sifted in through the windows when I opened them to let out the smoke from a too-hot cooking pan a couple days ago. They came in when I opened the door to let my beloved in after a […]